Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.